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One of those days...
Sep. 4th, 2007 10:18 pmI knew the day was going to be interesting when my dad's Toyota, the battery of which had apparently discharged a little while ago, appeared to have really given up the ghost when I tried to see whether it had "revived" over the past couple of days. And sure enough, it was dead, dead, dead. The engine didn't even tremble.
When I got out and closed the door, the alarm went off, albeit very weakly and quietly, as if in slow motion.
And I couldn't turn it off, so I didn't.
I drove to the hospital and had a nice visit with the old man, who was out of bed and sitting in a chair, looking much better.
I called the doctor, too, and was surprised to learn that I was better informed about where my dad was than his doctor (or at least, according to the receptionist, who told me that none of the doctors had been notified that my dad was no longer at the rehab center.
This, of course, raises an interesting point: you'd think a patient's doctor would be a little more proactive when it came to stuff like this. I figure maybe if you hadn't been informed by the rehab center management, that maybe you'd notice something was amiss when it turns out your patient is no longer there?
I'm really hoping the receptionist just has cotton for brains.
When I got home, the car alarm was still wheezing along. Not all that bad for a dead battery, eh?
It's late, and I have 4 short pages left of the assignment (about 20 words per page, since they carry photos and all I need to translate are the captions). I will do those tomorrow. I am sure Shiloh will get me up in plenty of time.
Cheers...
When I got out and closed the door, the alarm went off, albeit very weakly and quietly, as if in slow motion.
And I couldn't turn it off, so I didn't.
I drove to the hospital and had a nice visit with the old man, who was out of bed and sitting in a chair, looking much better.
I called the doctor, too, and was surprised to learn that I was better informed about where my dad was than his doctor (or at least, according to the receptionist, who told me that none of the doctors had been notified that my dad was no longer at the rehab center.
This, of course, raises an interesting point: you'd think a patient's doctor would be a little more proactive when it came to stuff like this. I figure maybe if you hadn't been informed by the rehab center management, that maybe you'd notice something was amiss when it turns out your patient is no longer there?
I'm really hoping the receptionist just has cotton for brains.
When I got home, the car alarm was still wheezing along. Not all that bad for a dead battery, eh?
It's late, and I have 4 short pages left of the assignment (about 20 words per page, since they carry photos and all I need to translate are the captions). I will do those tomorrow. I am sure Shiloh will get me up in plenty of time.
Cheers...
